The Doctor's lips turn down in a slight frown. Prometheus and Hermes. Hardly inconsequential foes, at that. Still, he's faced stronger.

(I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demi gods and would-be gods...)

"Promise me, Blodwen," he says, looking down into her eyes. "Give me your oath that you did nothing to provoke them prior to their actions. Nothing as a mortal, I mean." As far as he's concerned, that consequence settled all previous debts.